A/N: Please enjoy and thank you for reading. For my beautiful Ruthy. (her ideas) a series of drabbles.


It's been a whole month in total since Steven decided to grow an identical tash. He's been showing off and boasting about how perfectly it suits him, and how mature enough he feels himself every single evening.

It was an absolutely ordinary evening, just one of those when Steven was a bit tired of telling every single person around him about his new moustache and was relaxing on the sofa.

Steven made himself a cup of tea, then sat back with a sigh, glancing at the man sitting next to him. "Bren, you used me after-shave cream yesterday." he said.

That. Again.

"Did I, darling?"

Better act as If he doesn't care. Not a bit.

Steven, who had been sitting in his chair, and sipping his tea, while staring blankly at the wall for at least two hours, roused from his old pose enough to reply. "I shall pay a little visit to Mr Hatsy. He probaly has some of it." he agreed with himself. "You may go to bed, sweetheart, I won't be too late." He tickled his precious hairs and rose to his feet.

"Steven, you sounding like an old man with a cane?"

"Hercule Poirot?" Steven narrowed his brows.

"Well, I may suggest this moustache has a good effect on you somehow."

"You reckon, my dear wife?" Steven pouted his lips and squeezed Brendan's hand.

Definitely not.

"Hmm, I might be not that certain and objective." Brendan turned his face away, because he couldn't stand that utter idiot with a moustache.

It's a tradition and not a funny thing, man from generation to generation have thought of this as a symbol of manliness.

And now this kid thinks that the main concept of wearing a moustache consists of style and farce.

Steven paused in the action of putting his phone on the table and searched his mind, but as far as he knew, all he had planned for tomorrow was a trip to the shops, and maybe a tashcut if he could find the motivation. He'd been rather thinking that this new thing moustache will give him something to do in his spare time. "You don't think I look a bit old with a moustache, or maybe less attractive?" he asked carefully.

Brendan gave him a frankly worrying smile, and turned his face to him.

Ah don't look below his eyes. Just stare at his eyes.

Or hair.

Say how beautiful it looks in the sunlight. How mesmerisingly soft.

After a moment, Brendan took a deep breath and stroked Steven's brow. "Steven you have the most beau-"

He was cut off, as Steven rolled his eyes and hissed. "Brendan don't you dare change the subject."

"What was it?" Brendan ignored the look that Steven sent him and kept on looking into his eyes.

Such a stubborn boy.

"Do you think I look like an old stingy man like in the books?"

He sounded so sincere and extremely scared as if the thought of being not a gorgeous human being of all times ever bothered him.

There's a possibility of been thrown to sleep on the floor or even at Cheryl's but maybe this time he will agree.

Just say what you think. Make a statement. That's what couples do, right?

They talk a lot about things.

Oh.

"Yes you do." Brendan closed his eyes, and was already awaiting Steven's reaction.

"Yes? Oh my," Steven almost felt on the floor, contemplanting the running.

Hmm.

Brendan rubbed his knuckles, they were red, because of the Steven's strong hold.

"Why didn't you tell me before?!" Steven shouted from the bathroom.

What's happened?

Does it mean he will be clean-shaven finally?

Yes?

What if he did say that to him a moth ago?

"Didn't want to upset you."

Hmm didn't want to be beaten up by a furious moustached man.

"Bren, it is so sweet but please next time do elaborate."

"Precisely so." Brendan nodded, happily. "We're getting married." he said.

"I don't want to look ridiculous." Steven appeared with a blade in his right hand and the new tube of cream.

"Yes, me neither. Can you imagine standing next to another moustached fella?" said Brendan, as if his moustache was the object of disgrace.

"Oh," said Steven. He desperately tried to remember if he'd known that, and maybe he' been too busy with work and that new moustache thing that he'd almost forgotten about the date. Though it's never been specified. "When did you decide to tell me about it?"

Where did he find that new cream? Been going through my stuff, apparently so.

Ohh.

Brendan made an impatient noise. "You perfectly was aware of it," he said. "I told you about the whole registration thing two days ago."

"I was a bit busy with me hairs. And what a particularly presice date, then?" said Steven putting cream on his dear tashe. "I could've had important meetings to attend."

"That's easy, then you'd have had to cancel them. Wait a minute, important meetings?" said Brendan in a miffed voice, stopping his reading.

"Yes. It's called the Steven Scaly Hay's Moustache Appreciation Society. I have, well had, but they don't know that yet, so in total one hundred members."

"Society? How much members?! You're not being serious, are you?" Brendan couldn't help smiling sheepishly.

"I'm absolutely serious. Oi, stop it. Someone actually do love me light hairs." Steven made his way to the bathroom, graciously shaking his thighs.

Brendan busrt into laughter.

Hairs society. Society dedicated to his moustache. I can't.

That's too much.

One hundred followers. Probably the whole room full of boasting teens who completely admire his tash.

Ahhaa.

"Honestly, Steven, I may think that getting married is so much more important than anything else, especially your hairs society." Brendan's felt tears rolling down his cheeks, as he was laughing so hard.

Steven took a deep breath and let the point go. There was no point in bothering to argue with Brendan about something that was already accomplished.

"Well, I cut off me lovely hairs, what do you think I have to do else?" he asked, stepping into the living room.

"Oh, much better." Brendan tooka hold of his hand and pulled Steven to him, entangling his fingers around his thin waist. "I love you the way you are, with all you have, and you don't need to change at all for me. I love you."Brendan pressed a light kiss on Steven's nose.

"Alright, I must admit I feel refreshing." Steven hold on Brendan's shoulders. "What's the date?" Steven murmered against his cheek, leaving a kiss just under Brendan's cheekbone.

"It's planned and under control," Brendan said and leaned into the kiss. "No worries, be here and ready, properly ready at two o'clock tomorrow."

"Course," said Steven. His mouth had gone a bit dry at just the thought of it. This time tomorrow, he'll be married to Brendan Brady. The butterflies in his stomach did start dancing as the thought prompted a rush of happiness and pleasantly filled his chest and head. This is going to be the beautiful and memorable day of their lives.

Brendan gave him a pleased smile. "Now I can kiss you." Brendan smiled.

He looked so content and happy at the thought of it.

"Properly."

Brendan looked at his face and couldn't stop smiling, it was again his Steven. The soft glistering skin. He traced a finger to feel nothing but silky surface.

"I love you." He finally covered his lips with Steven's full and soft, smiling through the kiss.

"Love you too."